Odes

Horace

Horace. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. Conington, John, translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1882.

  • “Where Fortune bears us, than my sire more kind,
  • There let us go, my own, my gallant crew.
  • 'Tis Teucer leads, 'tis Teucer breathes the wind;
  • No more despair; Apollo's word is true.
  • Another Salamis in kindlier air
  • Shall yet arise. Hearts, that have borne with me
  • Worse buffets! drown today in wine your care;
  • To-morrow we recross the wide, wide sea!”
  • Lydia, by all above,
  • Why bear so hard on Sybaris, to ruin him with love?
  • What change has made him shun
  • The playing-ground, who once so well could bear the dust and sun?